Chapter 1
"FUCK MEEEEE!"
The screaming voice blasted Harris Carson's eardrums the second he slipped into the house. It stopped him dead in his tracks just inside the door.
"I'm coming! I'M COMING! OH, GOD, I'M COMMMMMINNNGGG!"
This was the last straw. Harris knew his nymphomaniac wife regularly took lovers, but the fact that she brought one home, to their house, was all he could take.
He bolted down the hall, turned the corner, and came up short again. They were there, right in the middle of the king-sized bed, with the bedroom door wide open.
The sight was like a thunderbolt, striking Harris numb.
His wife, Claire, lay there moaning and writhing. A wide smile of pure desire and lust took up most of her face. Her enormous tits stood out from her body, full and pointed, firmly balanced, the areoles flushed pink, the thick ripe nipples taut and erect. Tiny droplets of sweat slid from them along her belly, down the gently curved slope of her soft blonde cunt hair.
And working above her like a young stallion was the seventeen-year-old son of their neighbors', Tony Stepan. Harris could plainly see his youthful cock jackhammering into the slot of his wife's hot, wet cunt.
My God, he thought, she's even fucking the neighborhood children now!
Harris' heart jumped clear up into his throat to see Claire that way, fucking a mere boy! A child only three years older than their own daughter, Sandy.
Then Harris thought of his daughter. She must still be in school. Thank God for that. At least she won't see this disgraceful scene being put on by her cock-hungry mother in her own house.
Harris couldn't move because of that scene. He was fascinated by both of them. He could see Tony clearly, his dark hair damp with sweat, his body taut, as he fucked his meat into Claire's cunt with long, punishing strokes.
Harris kept repeating to himself, this woman is my own wife, my wife! And yet his words didn't quite ring true, for it was clear that Claire belonged to no one, even though he had lived with her for thirteen years, knew every inch of her body, shared the raising of the adorable Sandy with her.
He stood there frozen to the spot. He guessed he might as well let them come. They seemed on the verge anyway. A few seconds more wouldn't make much difference now.
Then, before his eyes, Claire was screaming again. "I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming again! OHHHHYESSSSSSS!"
Tony let out a long guttural groan and Harris could mentally see his hot, white cum spurting into Claire's writhing pussy.
Then Tony bent down and gobbled the huge, round globes of Claire's magnificent tits. His head bent and teeth opened wide to nibble a succulent nipple. He sucked each tit up into his hungry mouth. Claire giggled and kissed him passionately, but now her laugh took on a lower, more guttural sound and Harris could see that their bodies were clutching at each other.
Then, Tony lifted her up and she sat glistening and beautiful on the cum-stained sheets. Slipping between her legs, he spread them wide and his head darted down into the silken curls of blonde pussy fur covering Claire's hot fuck-hole.
Damn, Harris thought, he's going to eat his own cum from her cunt! Well, that's normal for Claire. She loves kooky, kinky sex. She's probably taught the boy all the filthy tricks she loves. The tricks that Harris always refused to perform on her.
Claire's head snapped back and she let out a low, sensuous moan as Tony's tongue lapped teasingly t f t at the delicate pink flesh of her cum-flooded cunt. Her fantastically huge tits danced and trembled. The nipples stood out high and hard and her belly quivered.
"Oh, Tony, honey," she cried out. "Oh, Jesus, Tony!"
Insatiably, the boy's tongue flicked into the sweet-tasting slit of her wide-spread pussy, while Harris was standing, watching every lewd move they made. Claire writhed with a mindless passion, her hands slipping down to cling tightly to Tony's sweat-dampened, dark hair, pulling his face hungrily into her open cunt gash.
Harris felt his knees grow weak and his belly churning. And yet he kept on watching. He could not move. He wanted to run screaming at them, to kill them both on the spot. But he was hypnotized by this obscene spectacle and, as always, when he even suspected Claire of having fucked another man, he felt an unaccountable excitement, a terrible sensation in his prick and balls that made him feverish and sick because he knew it was so terribly wrong.
Once again, he thanked the powers that his impressionable daughter, Sandy, wasn't home to see what was going on.
But had Harris looked at the crack in the door connecting the two bedrooms, he would have seen his daughter's beautiful young face intently watching her friend, Tony, eat her mother's pussy.
She sat, perched on a chair, pressed against the door of her bedroom which opened directly into her parents' bedroom. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. She'd heard stories about how Tony fucked all the girls at school, and he'd even hinted that he would like to get in her panties when she got a little older.
But her mother? Impossible.
But it wasn't impossible. It was happening. First, Tony had fucked and had come in her, and now he was using his mouth and tongue on her golden-haired pussy.
Sandy could clearly make out the soft, cushiony, hair-lined flesh of her mother's blonde cunt. The moist, pink-fleshed interior was spread completely apart, and the small button of her throbbing clit was clearly visible, as was the small puckered hole beneath that seemed to pulse with a desperate need.
A shiver raced through Sandy as she saw Tony's tongue slide along this opening once more. Her mother's whole body convulsed into a spastic, jerky motion. Her shapely legs arched upward and she quickly clamped them around his head, holding him in place as she lifted her naked hips and pulled her body up to meet his persistent tongue.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "Oh, God, it's so good! Oh, yes, Tony, yesssss! Suck it! SUCK MY PUSSY, DARLING!"
Her hips moved up and down, the wide-spread lips of her flooding cunt meeting each lick of his darting tongue. Groans of pleasure slipped from her parted lips as her sexual torment became more intense.
Sandy's fingers parted the thin, fuzzy little cunt lips between her own legs and slipped up into her tingling little pussy. Her young virginal cunt tingled at her touch and she imagined a handsome man's head positioned over her, doing to her what was being done to her mother. Never had Sandy felt anything like this.
She had heard her mother and father fucking many, many times. She had also heard them arguing about fucking. But she had never seen them, not like this, raw and in the flesh!
She was sure it was the most wonderful, beautiful sight in the world.
Her little pink clitty jumped at the touch of her small fingers, and she became more and more excited as she watched her mother writhing and undulating beneath the mouth-sucking of Tony Stepan.
Everything that she was watching seemed to be taking place inside her own feverish body.
Consciously, she identified with her beautiful mother, and couldn't help feeling the same kind of attraction for men. Her fingers moved in the same rhythm as her mother's squirming body beneath Tony's swirling tongue. The same nerve ends in her cunt tingled and seemed to burst with a new, raging desire as strong as her mother's. Her innocent, pure little body swayed and twitched uncontrollably, inflamed, the flesh that lay within the sparsely covered cunt opening becoming swollen and engorged. Her fingers created ripples of pleasure against her body wherever they touched. Her little pointed titties were rock-hard and hot and throbbing.
Suddenly, Sandy needed better access to her hot young cunt. She stood and pulled up her skirt. Briskly, she removed her panties to bare her cunt and ass. Her tight young pussy trembled beneath the skirt as she sat back down again. She could feel the hardness of the chair against her smooth, virginal flesh.
Her hand once again crept under her skirt to finger-fuck her pussy. She felt a little dizzy. She leaned her head against the door and let her fingers touch inside the wetness of her hole. She separated the fleshy, puffy outer lips that were growing more and more of the same soft blonde hair her mother had. Her index finger reached her love button and rubbed it hotly.
Harris weaved back and forth, his knees getting weaker and weaker as the action in the room progressed. His wife's high-pitched wails became more and more erratic as young Tony's mouth and tongue brought her closer and closer to another come.
"Oh, Tony, you beautiful little bastard, you're getting to me! YOU'RE MAKING ME COME AGAIN!"
"You want my dick again?" the boy gasped from around his mouthful of pubic hair and cunt flesh.
"Soon, baby, FUCKING SOON!"
She jammed his head back into the gooey mess between her thighs and let out an ungodly scream. Her legs were flying every which way, and her pussy was bucking up and down, slapping against Tony's face. His face was covered with her cunt juice and she was getting fucked by his mouth, his nose, his eyes, chin ... by everything.
"NOW! NOW! OH, TONY, HONEY, NOWW-WWW!"
"Yeah? Yeah?"
"Stick your prick in me again! FUCK MY HOT ASS OFF!"
"OH, SHEEEIIIT!" Tony cried, ramming his dick ball-deep in her fiery hole.
"OH, YES, TONY! Jesus, I wish my husband were here so I could show him how a real man fucks!"
That did it. With outstretched arms, Harris Carson hurled himself at the bed, at his wife, and at his wife's teenage lover.